Page 43 of Truck You

“Tanner! What are you doing?” I regain my footing and jerk out of his hold, only to fall into another very hard body.

A deep growl startles me, and I whip around.

If looks could kill, then Mac’s angry glare would put Tanner in an early grave.

“Mac.” His name is a whisper from my lips.

His eyes dart to mine, and the lightning I see spark in his dark eyes has me taking a step back.

“You don’t belong here.” The harsh tone of his voice rolls over my body like thunder.

Before I can defend myself, he lunges toward me, lifts me up, and slings me over his shoulder like a caveman. A cool breeze blows up my dress, and I hope that doesn’t mean I’m flashing everyone here.

“Mac!” I yell and slap at his back. “What in the hell are you doing? Put me down!”

He grunts and marches out of the Beer Garden with his hand splayed possessively over my ass. I’m pissed and oddly turned on at the same time.

I hear catcalls and whistles from the crowd we’ve left behind and even a few innuendos suggesting the Koch brothers could do it better. I don’t even want to acknowledge what they think is happening between Mac and me. Because this man hates me.

Moments later, I’m surrounded by darkness and the loud calls of the crowd have faded to a low rumble. He pulls me off his shoulder and pins me against a wall of what I assume is a neighboring house or business.

“What are you doing?” I push against his chest, but he doesn’t budge.

He places his hands on either side of my head and leans down until his eyes are level with mine. “What in the hell were you doing with Tanner?”

My frown deepens. I want to equal parts knee him between the legs and pull his lips to mine. The battle going on in my body is giving me whiplash.

“That’s none of your business.” I say through clenched teeth. For now, my anger is winning the war. “You’ve made it quite clear you don’t want me around.”

The thunderous growl that rumbles out of his chest is so intense and fierce I feel it throughout my entire body. “What I don’t want is to find you hanging out with Tanner Koch. You work for us!”

“What does it matter?” I fist my hands in his shirt when I should push him away. “Tanner was just showing me where to get a beer.”

He shakes his head and steps closer, caging me in like a wild beast ready to eat its prey. “He had his hands on you. He’s not allowed to touch you.”

“Excuse me?” My eyes widen and my heartbeat rings in my ear. “You don’t get to dictate who I hang out with or who touches me. Stop acting like a jealous boyfriend.”

“Oh, but I am a jealous man.” His words are eerily calm. “And I don’t appreciate you giving me reasons to be jealous.”

“You have no reason to be jealous of anyone where I’m concerned. I don’t belong to you.”

“Yes. You. Do,” he roars, and it’s so feral and intense I swear my ovaries flip in excitement. I should be pissed, but my treacherous body seems to love this possessive side of him. Every nerve ending in my body is on fire with desire.

“W-what?” I mumble through my fog of need.

“No man gets to lay a finger on you. Not after I had my hands and mouth on you. Is that understood?”

“Why do you even care? You don’t like me!” I cry.

Then his lips crash into mine.

Chapter11

A wall works just fine.

Mac

I’m losing my fucking mind, and it’s all this woman’s fault.

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